The screen yed back the moment she sneaked into the study, cunningly switching two documents with the stealth of a cat burr.


    But that was just the tip of the iceberg. There were also recordings of her lording over Beverley, hurling verbal missiles and acting like she owned the ce.


    Millie was caught off guard, dumbstruck.


    Was it the shock from the videos, or the sting from the man''s unyielding ps?


    "I thought you were just a garden-variety narcissist, shallow and short-sighted, but you''re a chronic liar, bitter and mean, stirring the pot, trying to drive wedges between people."


    "pping you was to snap you back to reality, to cut off those delusions of grandeur. It was also a warning - cut the drama, or else—"


    Murray''s eyes narrowed, his tone dark as a storm cloud.


    "You''ll find there are fates far worse than death in this world."


    Millie instinctively stepped back, her fear so intense that the burning pain on her cheeks seemed trivial.


    "Murray, please, I-I didn''t mean to..."


    Murray remained silent, his expression unreadable.


    "I''ll go to Beverley myself, apologize. She can yell, she can hit, I won''t fight back! Just as long as she forgives me, I''ll do whatever it takes."


    Still, Murray said nothing.


    Panicked, Millie started sobbing uncontrobly. "I didn''t do it on purpose, maybe it''s the hormones from the pregnancy messing with my emotions, that''s why I acted that way towards Beverley..." Murray watched her pitiful disy, tears streaming down her face, looking every bit the victim.


    "Are you done?"


    Millie paused.


    "Have you cried enough?"


    "Murray..."


    "If you''re done, if you''ve cried enough, then pack your bags."


    "What? What do you mean?"


    Murray cracked a cold smile: "Did you think I was joking when I told you to leave? Letting you stay this long was more than generous."


    "No! You can''t do this to me!" Millie sobbed harder, her earlier fear now dwarfed by the panic of being thrown out.


    "I''m carrying your child, you can''t just kick me out!"


    Murray didn''t even flinch at her protest, immediately dialing security.


    "No...I won''t leave..."


    Before security could arrive, Millie was already in a frenzy.


    She lunged at Murray: "I won''t go!


    Why should I?! Your mother cares et


    about this baby, how will you exin to her?!"


    this


    Caught off guard, Murray was tackled, Millie''s fists raining down on him in desperation. "Murray! You heartless brute!"


    "You faithless wretch, I''m carrying your child, and you''re still hung up on your ex-"


    "I won''t leave! I''d rather die right here!"Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Millie screamed like a banshee, refusing to listen to reason; Murray, fed up, pushed her away.


    Millie stumbled backward, her back mming against the wall with a dull thud.


    But like a madwoman, she charged at him again.


    This time, Murray was prepared, swiftly stepping aside.


    Millie couldn''t stop in time, crashing directly into the edge of the desk.


    She went pale, her body rigid, feeling a warm gush between her legs.


    Sensing something was wrong,


    oked down to see bright


    blood trickling down her legsongs slowly looking down her


    staining the floor.


    Drop by drop.


    Vividly red.


    In that moment, she felt as if she was losing something precious, slipping away...


    Millie''s legs trembled, and she almost fainted.


    "Ah-my baby-"


    Her chilling scream pierced the night...


    ...


    Murray had her taken to the hospital, then left without a backward nce.


    After all, she''d cried wolf too many times before - just another ploy.


    He was curious to see how long she could keep this up.


    "Where''s the partner? The baby''s gone; we ; we need to do a


    get the consent formet


    "Um..." The nurse hesitated.


    The doctor shot her a look, snapping, "What are you waiting for? Get moving!"